I love the way Rhea can be so expressive about just sleeping on a warm afternoon.
Near the end of the afternoon I let them all out into the back yard. Davout went first to get some grass.
I had to keep an eye on the cats because I’m not sure about the perennial plant and flowers that springs up every year. I assume it is a bulb and might be dangerous. It dies off pretty quickly and I clear it up.
Nobody tried chewing on it, even my grass eaters and plant pullers.
Davout on the way back from chewing on some grass.
Rhea on the way out.
Sherman eats some grass of his own….
Grant does the cute thing. Again, and still.